Chains of Liberation

‘Please balance against the chair back keeping your feet firmly on the floor. Do it now,’ he said clearly and with authority.
She obeyed. Fortunately, the chair was heavy and solid, taking her weight easily.
‘Settle as best you can. Remember not to speak. Close your eyes again. Maintain your position throughout this next phase. You will have some time, decided by me. Do you understand?’
She nodded, her excitement growing stronger. Her eyes were tightly shut, feet fixed on the wood-panelled floor, bottom resting on the broad back of the chair.
‘Right, when I stop speaking you will have an unspecified amount of time to play with yourself. If you really do have potential you’ll reveal it in the next few minutes. Your aim is to free yourself from the Big World’s constraints. Do you understand?’
Full of anticipation she nodded again.
‘Let yourself be free. I’ve said enough for the present.’
Silence followed. So quiet. No noise except for her own breathing. She moved her hands from the chair up over her hips, her lower ribs and traced her fingers across the undersides of her bra cups, sensing the weight of her confined bust.
He watched, standing casually with legs apart and arms folded. He had a serious erection. He observed Jay gently caressing her breasts, approving of how she maintained position while touching herself. Signs of discipline. Nice one. He looked into the mirror at her face. Serious. Taught facial muscles as she controlled her rising feelings and urges. A slight pink flush at the sides of her throat and neck beneath her tan. He watched as she cupped her breasts, letting her fingertips touch the bare parts. She squeezed, mildly at first but then more vigorously. He heard her breathing gradually increase in speed and sound as she proceeded.
‘Undo two more buttons, pull back the sides of the blouse and let me see your tits better.’
She complied without hesitation.
‘Good. Please continue and don’t forget your legs and cunt.’
She exhaled from the lustful impact of his words.
His erection made him shift a little though his feet didn’t move. He saw her fingers tug at her nipples through the bra. She pulled them, twisted them. Already hard, they were like small thimbles pushing against the material. His eyes followed her hands as they trailed down her body, starting to massage her thighs. She concentrated, eyes screwed shut. She rubbed her upper thighs on the outside for a while before moving across to the inner parts. Her crotch was exposed, covered by the gusset of her thong. Her right hand began to play with this area while she gave herself more support by placing her left hand on the chair top. Her knickers were getting damp and warm from her body heat. Two fingers of her right hand ran along her lips and her briefs began to stick to her there. Her digits slipped inside the fabric and trailed along the groove separating her labia. Juices were covering her fingers as they moved smoothly. Her other hand left the chair and found its way through her soft curling hair to her stiff clitoris. The index finger rubbed it, stimulating her significantly. The manipulation continued, her finger moving in a circular motion causing ripples to flood her body. Both hands worked in unison. Then the right hand fingers approached her vaginal entrance and she stiffened in readiness.
A loud, commanding voice broke through to her. ‘Open your eyes and watch.’
Instantly her exposed pupils were doubly hit by the light and the sight of herself masturbating, something she’d never seen before. It aroused her tremendously and she gasped audibly. Her two fingertips touched her wet pussy.
His stern voice reached her once more. ‘Stop. Immediately.’
She obeyed, taking in a big gulp of air.
‘Stand up, turn round facing the back of the chair, resume the position and wait.’ Her loins were on fire. Her legs were relieved as the tension broke from being in one position for so long. Shakily she rose and followed instructions. She was so turned on part of her needed to come badly; she also wanted more of this. She regained the familiar stance, noticing the trembling in her knees.
‘Take a breather but stay focused,’ he said evenly as he walked to a cabinet in the left-side front corner of the room. The incense sticks had been lit again but only now did she smell the coconut fragrance from her previous visit. She concentrated on breathing as normally as possible while he reached inside the cupboard.
He came to her, his hands held out in front of him. From the left one a small riding crop dangled between finger and thumb. It wasn’t authentic; rather a mass-produced item from a sex shop. Lightweight, about twenty inches long with a grooved rubberised handle. At the business end was a flap of leather an inch square for extra sensation. In the same manner a bamboo cane hung in his right hand. Heavier, with less flexibility, about thirty inches in length.
‘You’re going to receive your first set of strokes. As a development there will be two sets today. Because you’re due rewards for your general appearance, plus you’ve done well so far this afternoon, you will choose which instrument you taste. You’ll also be in control of the intensity levels as at our first meeting. Okay with that?’
She knew not to verbalise and nodded instead.
‘Fine. Your first set will be a different type to last time when you received individual ones at intervals. You said “yes” after each one to indicate you could take more. This time you’ll get continuous, quicker strokes and I’ll check with you to increase the intensity. Do you understand?’ She nodded. ‘Do you agree to this?’
She nodded again without even thinking of saying no. She wanted it.
‘Good. I will also select the position bearing in mind we’re focusing on the visual. Right then, which instrument is your choice? You may speak during this interlude.’
She swallowed carefully, her throat dry; she didn’t want it to seem that she’d been overcome by events. She was so excited but this pause was a stimulation in itself. ‘I’m not sure really because I don’t know anything about stuff like this.’
‘Fair enough. Your honesty does you credit. Some information: we have a riding crop and a bamboo cane. The crop is light and ideal for this fast multiple-stroke exercise. The sensations are definitely there and it’s certainly effective. However, it’s less suitable for single heavier strokes because it’s too short and lacks weight. Of course this last piece of info isn’t so relevant for today.’ He indicated the cane. ‘This is similarly useful for rapid, smaller strokes but being longer and heavier it gives more of an impact, and requires greater expertise. I’m experienced with both so that won’t be a problem,’ he said assuredly.
She replied uncertainly, ‘I think it’s better to be careful, so maybe I should go for the crop?’
He smiled. ‘Wise move. There’s no need to rush things so, yes, the crop is a good choice for your second experience of strokes. Also, as I said, you’ll get two sets this afternoon and you can opt for the bamboo on your second set if you wish to. How are you with that?’
‘That sounds good to me. So, I can have two lots of the crop or try the cane if I want to for the second set?’
‘Exactly.’
‘All right then.’ The discussion, though businesslike and educational, added to her sexual tension and the build-up to what was coming.
His formal and severe tone changed the atmosphere, refocusing them both on the matter at hand. ‘You need to position yourself. Remain facing the back of the chair but move away about two feet. That’s it, good. Spread you ankles like just now and bend at the waist so your legs are vertical and shoulders horizontal, a bit like a capital L-shape. Support your body weight by putting your forearms flat on the top of the chair so the fingertips of each hand are touching.’
She bent at the waist, getting used to planting her feet in one position and maintaining a stance. Her forearms were beneath her face. Her elbows dug into the thick chair top finding a grip. The fingertips of both hands eased towards each other until they met approximately eight inches below her nose, centralising her. She was relatively comfortable, not too much strain on her knees, which is where her legs gave way after her initial spanking last time.
‘Very good. Now wait. Focus. Don’t talk. Be disciplined and don’t move when you receive the strokes. They will be very soft to begin with so you get used to the effect. To build intensity at certain points I’ll ask if you can take more and you’ll answer “yes” or “no”. Understand?’
She looked over at him by one of the coffee tables where he was placing the cane, perhaps to be utilised later, and nodded.
‘Then we begin…’ He walked to her with the riding crop in his left hand…